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Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 3

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Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.

Life, Despair, Feminism

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.25, Anchor

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

Dream, Past, Here I Am

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.18, Anchor

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Loneliness, Dark, Long

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.19, Anchor

Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.

Laughing, Waiting, Sides

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.16, Anchor

I like people too much or not at all.

I Hate You, People, Too Much

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.18, Anchor

I think I made you up inside my head.

Thinking, Made

sylvia plath (1971). “the bell jar”

I am what I feel and think and do.

Thinking, Feels

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.23, Anchor

Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

Trying, Dresses, Different

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.101, Anchor

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.

Who I Am, Answers, Hideous

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.60, Anchor

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

Depression, Taken, Eye

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.53, Hamilton Books

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

Inspirational, Life, Inspiring

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

Tattoo, Heart, Skins

Sylvia Plath (1994). “Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams”

I am not cruel, only truthful.

Truthful

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Selected Poems of Sylvia Plath”, p.33, Faber & Faber

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

Love, Inspirational, Acceptance

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.286, Anchor

Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

Eye, Silence, Negative

Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.

Writing, Feminism, Classic

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.184, Anchor

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.

Unique, Moon, Light

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.54, Anchor

I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.

Errors, Flesh, Gorgeous

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.136, Anchor

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

Fossils, Numb

Richard M. Matovich, Sylvia Plath (1986). “A concordance to The collected poems of Sylvia Plath”, Scholarly Title

Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.

Silly, People, Ends

Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.96, Faber & Faber

How we need another soul to cling to.

Loneliness, Soul, Needs

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.46, Anchor

I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.

Life, Sleep, Tired

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.83, Anchor

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

Inspirational, Sad, Women

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.12, Hamilton Books

I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.

Numbers, People, Mad

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.169, Anchor

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Summer, Rain, Fall

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.124, Anchor

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